Gangster Play House 【ABO】

Chapter 02

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On the uninhabited country road, two black cars were driving one after the other. The speed of the car was not fast. The wheels were crushed on the falling silver-white snowflakes, and the heat melted the snow, leaving a wet track on the road.

Away from family affairs. Kinn, who was lying in the back seat in a daze, turned his eyes away from the silvery window and looked at the silent father and son beside him through the rearview mirror of the car calmly.

Porsche with his 5-year-old son Thomas.

The Theerapanyakun family has always been very efficient. After the meeting that day, he boarded a plane to America that night. After twenty hours of long-distance flight, he finally landed in this place on the evening of the second day. A Small country on the world map.

The pick-up person arranged in advance was hidden in the rushing crowd. Kinn pulled up the dark scarf to cover his mouth and nose and strode out of the airport hall with long legs. Blowing red ears.

It was the first time he encountered such cold weather outdoors, Kinn couldn't help shivering, clutching his collar tightly with one hand, feeling the dry and cold wind like a knife, cutting on his bare skin, A burst of pain.

He followed the pick-up man and hurriedly got into the black car that had been waiting for a long time on the side of the road, where he met a pair of eyes.

The heater in the car was fully turned on, but Kinn suddenly felt his brain stop working due to the cold wind.

He grew up in Vanity Fair since he was a child, and he thinks he has seen many beauties, but these eyes are different from those dignitaries in bright suits and leather shoes. Its owner has just been released from prison, with a short stump on his head and a faded khaki jacket, Kinn doesn't know if it's his own, or if it was taken off from some unlucky guy.

But Porsche's eyes are so beautiful, even under such a rough appearance, it still attracts Kinn to take a few more glances. Those eyes are like a finely crafted work of art, with just the right double eyelids, naturally raised eye ends, and thick and curly eyelashes, when the eyelids are lowered, a small butterfly-like fan-shaped shadow will be formed under the eyes. Moreover, Porsche's eyes are very deep. Looking from the dark compartment, a little light shines in the pupils as deep as the sea, as if reflecting the sparkling waves, as if they are speaking a thousand words.

Under the gaze of those eyes, Kinn paused almost imperceptibly when he adjusted his sitting posture. He pursed his lips to avoid the inexplicable eyes of the people around him and felt his steadily beating heart suddenly miss a beat.

"My name is Porsche, and this is my son Thomas. I think you already know it." Unexpectedly, it was Porsche who broke the silence between the two of them. Very sticky and soft.

Kinn couldn't help but glance at Porsche, and when he introduced himself again, his momentum was rare, so he didn't notice any slight tremor and excitement in Porsche's voice.

"Hi Thomas, my name is Kinn," Kinn deliberately softened his voice and waved to little Thomas sitting on the lap of the Porsche, with a hard smile on his lips, which looked a bit nondescript. He used to be a cold-faced and cold-hearted young gangster image in front of family members and bodyguards, but now he suddenly wanted to act kindly, whether it was himself or the bodyguards sitting in the front row, subconsciously got goosebumps.

It's a pity that this clumsy performance did not get applause from the audience. Thomas, who was hugging a little gray rabbit tightly, just stared at a pair of big black grape-like eyes, blinked a few times, then turned around and turned his head. Buried in Porsche's arms, just like the doll in his hand, it became a frightened little rabbit.

Porsche hastily brushed his son's soft black hair, while patting Thomas' small back with one hand, he raised his head and smiled apologetically at Kinn, who was a little embarrassed. To a stranger, it was a bit too cordial, "Sorry, Thomas is shyer."

"It's okay," Kinn shook his head, staring at the Porsche with more inquiring eyes.

"...What's wrong?" Sensing the change in Kinn's eyes, Porsche's movement of patting Thomas slowly stopped, and he subconsciously covered Thomas' small face with his arm, asking softly.

Raising his son in a dirty and chaotic prison by himself, Porsche has already become very sensitive to all kinds of good or bad sights falling on him, and he can detect Kinn's sight. There was no malice, but the deep research that seemed to see through everything made him feel ashamed as being stripped naked in public.

Sure enough, in the next second, he heard Kinn's unwavering voice in the quiet car, "You seem to..." The man paused as if he was thinking about the appropriate words. In the short silence, Porsche listened Hearing the sound of his disordered heartbeat, "Have we met before?"

Kinn's question came suddenly, but Porsche's tortured heart sank in an instant. He knew what Kinn meant, but just seeing that similar face, he forgot everything, couldn't help but want to let go of all defenses, to get close to him, to kiss him, to shrink himself and fell into his arms in a ball.

Mile...Porsche called silently in his heart, and the changing light and shadow outside the car window cast a light and dark dividing line on Kinn's face. He looked at the incomparably similar silhouette, as if he saw another figure in a straight uniform, that The figure tilted its head and looked at his face from bottom to top, wrapped his big hands around the back of his neck, rubbed his hot glands with his fingertips, and softly approached his eyes, intentionally holding the warm A smile blew on his face: "Porsche, are you going to cry?"

"Por...Porsche!"

The sudden increase in volume brought Porsche back to reality from his chaotic thoughts, he trembled in a sock and subconsciously blinked his eyes, and those distant memories were shattered into countless illusory lights and shadows, and then merged into Kinn frowning in front of him, "Porsche, are you okay?"

It's Kinn, not Mile. 

Porsche pursed his lips, feeling a soreness rushing up from his aching and swollen heart, rushing to his eye sockets, so that he had to swallow saliva over and over again, but it seemed like he was swallowing a knife, which made his heart feel like a knife.

"I'm fine..." Finally, Porsche stopped the choking that was almost blurted out and shook his head slightly.

What is he still asking for, Mile's blood is on his hands, no matter how much he washes it, it will never be washed off.

Kinn didn't get the answer he wanted, and the crease between Kinn's brows deepened. He wanted to ask more, but Porsche lowered his eyes first, using the shadow of the front seat to block his out-of-control expression.

But Kinn didn't look away immediately, he looked at Porsche's slovenly side face, and couldn't help thinking about the red eye sockets he saw just now for a moment.

He didn't know if he was hallucinating, or if the light in the car was too dim, making him lose his sight for a while.